Yes, I know I’m a/
dirt bag pig dog and you should/
hate me. Get in line.
OR
Yes, I know I’m a/
fiduche pig dog. To despise/
me, take a number.
Tag Archives: poems
Why Not Go Dancing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
She wondered if I/
didn’t go dancing from fear./
More likely, I’m bored.
My Words Aren't Lines: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
My ad lib lines are/
not well rehearsed. In fact, they/
are not lines at all.
Why Trim The Shubbery? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’d trim bushes so/
trees look taller, but noone/
visits anymore.
Pushing 5000 Poems: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Is it mere numbers?/
Or is it more like genius,/
free and untethered?
Reconfiguring Our Minds: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
We don’t need to be/
chastised or corrected, but/
just reconfigured.
Am I A Blind Poet? Or Myoptic: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku
Eyes closed, I compose./
Should I join blind poets, or/
squint myopically?
Waiting And Hoping: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Ive done everything/
she asked me to. Now what should/
I do? Wait for her?
Go Back And Look: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I found a poem I/
wrote her in late December./
Will she remember?
Finding Deep Meanings: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Snow on plum blossoms/
in April means something. I’m/
too tired to know what.
OR
Snow on fruit blossoms/
in Spring means something, but I’m/
too tired to know what.